Yes, there is a meaning in our journey —
But ‘tis the pathway, which is worth our while.

– Karin Boye

Karin Boye gets the honor of the first words in this post that will be about a trip. A trip to IKEA. This promised land, this swedish bastion always being there – even on the most remote places, a place where swedes with a longing of home can enjoy meatball, lingonberries, princess cake and reindeer while wandering among furniture named with both known and unkown swedish names to cure their longing. Let us now remove this romantic dimension from the monument of Sweden and see this gigantic building as it really is. Filled with misleading names (Why is the flowerpot named Fejka, to fake, ?), too many people and screaming children running around like small madmen/madgirls with their parents hopelessly trying to catch them. The worst is anyway the inviting things on the side that has nothing with your trip to do – that makes you stray away from the list you have made.

I went there wanting to get; knives, lingonberry and some measuring, instead this is what I came home with:

”TGIF” or – ”Than God Its Friday” – a common expression for us office drones here in the Glass Cube Honeywell when the weekend is approaching. Plans are being made for the diverse activities that the upcoming weekend offers (most of them somehow include alcohol strangely enough). Although this friday was something of an exception as my muscles still ached with pain every time I tired moving my arms above my shoulders as the pain had not lessened since the gym on wednesday (The author might be over-exaggrating the ”pain” a little bit to gain some pity).

We have started to go to gym three times a week and it really felt – fridays are usually the day when gym is at its hardest, where the whole body gets a work through and leaves the muscles screaming of pain and work (Which is a good thing). This friday was no exception.

17.25 Gym…. The bag hanged heavy on the shoulders as I with long and slow steps walked towards Crossfit, the finns were already there and todays big surprise was that our trainer ”Z” (From Zorro – eventhough he would kick Zorro’s ass anytime) is in Copenhagen on some competition and today Jakub was running the show. The thing then is that Jakubs english is as good as our Czech… which says not at all.

18.30 I, survived, barely – this my muscles will remind me of for the rest of the weekend.

19.15 Beachparty! Last time of the Accenture Olympics and a grande finale at Zlute Lazne with beachvolleyball and such. Since I came late from gym I found the bleachers and sat back to enjoy the beach volley with a pizza.

20.15 after-pizza snack with carrots, something green which I thought was cucumber, strawberries and strawberries in chocolate.

20.15 – Time to go home. The bed is calling my name and my muscles are aching (and I like it!)

Sometimes ( Very often ) the fact is that time has passed without being properly documented. The blog has been missing the action many times and that is not a good thing. That is not how a blog is supposed to function – its like having a book with empty pages. Very frustrating I can imagine for my faithful readers…

As I am no writer ( Just as the person just about to hold a speech starts with ”I am not a good speaker…” and still talks until everyone is asleep) I will let my pictures do the talking:

The doors of the train open and we rush up the escalators, met with strange looks from the other people around when we, like mad dogs sprint past them shouting in some unrecognizable language up for stair and escalator alike. Up, up! Towards the lockers with the phonenumber we need to call, up right, no left! Down a ramp, round a corner – there are the lockers which is our number?